I jerked back like he had hit me. Knowing exactly where he
was going with this.

“Time’s up. It’s pink. How about her middle name? Don’t
remember?” he mocked, cocking his head to the side. “They wanted to name her
Savannah after her grandmother who died of cancer. She never even got to meet
her. But instead it’s Alexandra, after her momma. Why don’t you tell me her
favorite thing to eat? Or drink? Favorite book? Or movie? How about you tell me
anythin’ that doesn’t include what she sounds like when she’s fuckin’ gettin’
off?”

“You little shit! Congrats, Noah, on knowin’ some trivial
bullshit. I know what shes’s feelin’ by just lookin’ at her. I know what she’s
thinkin’ without her sayin’ one goddamn word to me. And fuck yeah, I know how
she likes to be touched, kissed, fucked and I’d rather be the man who knows all
that, plus how to fuckin’ get her off,” I snarled, stepping up to him again. He
didn’t cower, if anything he stood taller. “Who the fuck you think you are,
Noah?”

“The right man for her, that’s who.”

“Is that right? So what, you tellin’ me you love her? You
love Mia?”

There was no hesitation with his response, when he clearly
replied with, “Yeah, Creed. I fuckin’ do.”

“Don’t start a war you can’t fuckin’ win, baby brother.”

“Consider this my breach.”

I nodded slowly, backing away. Taking everything in while
battling the urge to lay him the fuck out.

The lines were drawn now. Each of us on the opposite side
for the first time in all our lives but if there was anyone I would go to hell
and back for it was Mia Ryder. Even if it meant going to war with...